This deer (okay, his name was Elroy, but that's not important here) never
made it through the cold dark tunnel in time called winter; never came out the
other end to warmth and colour and soft
breezes wafting scents of tender new green growth, sounds of bird and cricket
in mountain meadows and whisper of brook over stones.

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